Ohhohaa! Checked my email and apparently somebody sent me an unexpected parcel. It is down at the rental office of my building. Can’t get it until Monday. Now I’m going to be thinking about it all weekend. Who sent me the present?

Crashed back to reality. All the swagger and smack talk are gone. Finished one project only to turn around and cower before four more looming menacingly. The magical term finish date of December sixteenth continues to approach. I like how it’s a hard date. Succeed or fail, it will all be over on that day and I will be able to assess the damage and recollect myself.

It snowed today and promptly melted. This is probably the last week for my well used bicycle. A shame because it will be a loss of two hours of much needed cardiovascular exercise every week. Maybe I can work trips to the cardio room at campus recreation back into my routine. I paid for a full locker and towel service in the men’s locker room and it is going to waste. I don’t miss it though. It smells like ass in there. Yes, ass. I’ve been told the women’s locker room has individual shower stalls with dividers between shower spaces. That is totally unfair. In the men’s locker room it is all open concept prison style. 3 or 4 shower heads to one metal post. Full frontal man nudity no matter where you look.

The Christmas gift giving at work has begun. I was given a bottle of wine by a friendly lawyer tonight. I can’t tell if it’s any good. All I know about wine is that anything under 12.5% alcohol is unacceptable. Does anyone know how the Merlot grapes were in Argentina 2001?